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Kids of different nationalities gather every day to play in the streets of Chicago once their daily chores are done. They play with marbles, scummy top, pitching pennies, or a rambunctious game of stickball in the old neighborhood cobblestone streets. Children stand and watch; the pitcher keeps a firm hold, throwing the tattered ball, placing it hard right down the middle of the chalked square. With broom handle in both hands, batter swings, striking the small tattered ball. With excitement the kids jump, clapping and cheering, "Run! Run!" 8/21/2017 For the Poetry Contest: Form T Sponsored by: Broken Wings On the theme of ............. 1. Tattered

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Jean Murray

Date: 9/9/2017 2:45:00 PM

My daughter spent a summer in Chicago Eve. No pun intended but she had a ball. Well done on your number one.

Eve Roper
Date: 9/9/2017 2:50:00 PM

Jean, I fell in love with nostalgic picture.. I could see myself amongst the children playing... thank you .. Hugs ~`*

Heidi Sands

Date: 9/9/2017 12:44:00 PM

Hi Eve. I hadn't seen this very touching poem of yours and it is so special! Congratulations for your top 1st place win! :)

Eve Roper
Date: 9/9/2017 2:51:00 PM

Thank you so very much for the compliment and the congratulations, Heidi ..Hugs Eve ~`*

Anisha Dutta

Date: 9/9/2017 12:48:00 AM

So nice. I always enjoy kids playing with joy n fun. Congrats to win top. Love.

Eve Roper
Date: 9/9/2017 2:52:00 PM

Thank you, Anisha, for the congratulations ..Hugs Eve ~`*

Nette Onclaud

Date: 8/23/2017 1:12:00 PM

eve, you are a keen observer of life as shown through this vivid vignette....i love it!...huggs

Eve Roper
Date: 9/9/2017 2:56:00 PM

Thank you, Nette, you are always so sweet and always there to inspire me..Hugs Eve ~`*

Dorian Petersen Potter

Date: 8/23/2017 12:02:00 PM

Wonderful piece, Eve!:) Love all the imagery, I can almost see it all in my head while reading it. Well written!:)It sounds like a winner to me.G.L in this contest Eve!:) Be blessed!D.

Eve Roper
Date: 9/9/2017 2:56:00 PM

Thank you, Dorian, for the inspiring compliment ..Hugs Eve ~`*

Arthur Vaso

Date: 8/23/2017 11:04:00 AM

Lovely poem, happiness is always about the people around you, money only buys comfort. Loved this!

Eve Roper
Date: 9/9/2017 2:57:00 PM

Thank you, Arthur, you are always so sweet and always there to inspire me..Hugs Eve ~`*

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/22/2017 5:30:00 PM

a cute description of a time honored kids' sport, Eve. these kids sure knew hot to improvise. I miss these childhood days.

Eve Roper
Date: 9/9/2017 2:58:00 PM

Thank you, Andrea, I too miss my youth :) Hugs Eve ~`*

Dale Gregory Cozart

Date: 8/22/2017 9:38:00 AM

The poem and the photo are a perfect match!

Eve Roper
Date: 9/9/2017 2:59:00 PM

Thank you, Dale, .Hugs Eve ~`*

Silent One

Date: 8/22/2017 7:39:00 AM

life was so much more simple then and so much more fun, people made do with what they had.. A sentimental write..

Eve Roper
Date: 9/9/2017 2:59:00 PM

Thank you, Silent One, you are always so sweet and always there to inspire me..Hugs Eve ~`*

Tim Smith

Date: 8/22/2017 6:55:00 AM

Hard times but also fun times full of family values and neighborhood pride. Great Eve

Vijay Pandit

Date: 8/22/2017 6:30:00 AM

A lovely depiction of the urban scene--so touching--the words paint a picture of the broom and the ball, and perhaps the life behind it all--well done Eve!

Joanna Daniel

Date: 8/22/2017 4:27:00 AM

Such simple childhood games were in those times, Eve, well written:)